Botticelli takes a warm bath.
Springtime in arcadia,
The Grace chicks are a threesome.
I tend to ignore the other stuff that's going on.
For triplets
they each have their subtle differences
The girls are demure,
yet they seem to be hoofing a sexy gavotte.
We need a Maypole,
I guess the Italians outnumber the English
in Elysium.
They are as soft as a pillow dream.
I wonder if they ever pillow fight -
a pajamaed affair designed
to arouse Pan and all his
goat faced minions.
It's lambing time
and the ladies
are bouncing merrily.
One day I might take note
of what else is happening
in the painting,
pull it all together
with a few well-chosen observations.
Probably, even then
there will be some odd twigs,
or bendable twists of green
I can't weave together,
no matter how hard I try.
Categories:
hoofing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In the frosty boudoir of the winter
The fireplace's blaze seems dancing.
Legs and arms move hastily to hinder.
Hands and shoulders are swiveling.
As if there was a lovely lady dancer.
Written: February 05, 2022
Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
hoofing, analogy, cool, fire, winter,
Form: Quintain (English)
This is Football,
Rise Lay Fall,
Just have ball,
The game is more about the fitness,
Which is not one easy business,
Along with coordination, strength and stiffness,
You need willpower, patience and swiftness,
Drilling the ball with complete calmness,
Hoofing the ball shows you are fearless,
Chip shooting the ball over the opponent player head,
Dirty shoes clits , clothes drenched in sweat & Blood shed
This game can be played in sun, rain wearing tread,
Thrilling ,amazing is the bracing goal from the head,
The forward are like the hunters with a spearhead,
Middles are souls of the game who are dispread,
If the goalie misses the ball the team is dead,
Teams give’s best shot for chances thin as thread,
This game is very popular, enriching, fanatical and widespread.
Categories:
hoofing, career, cool, football, softball,
Form: Rhyme
I.
Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance
Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.
II.
Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his subjects to
Quail at his power,
Crowing to Londoners
Hyperdespotically,
“Look, everybody, I’ve
Built me a tower!”
III.
Rickety tickety
Wolfram von Eschenbach
Sought for a subject to
Fashion a tale;
Tiring of writing so
Eschatologically,
Rather, he turned to the
Quest of the Grail.
NB. The nonsense opening of a Double Dactyl was originally, and is still most frequently, "higgledy-piggledy", but it can be any alliterative pair of dactyls. Here, the opening of the second is from the adapted version of the Scots folksong "Wee Cooper o' Fife" in the schoolhouse sequence of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds-- though some postings online mishear it as "willaby wallaby" or "willicky wallicky". The nonsense opening of the third is from Tom Lehrer's "The Irish Ballad".
Categories:
hoofing, dance, history, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Double Dactyl
This prose, a shipwreck...
Barnacled and long forgot
at the bottom of a lonely sea.
This song, a rusted railcar...
alone
'n fallen
down
a
d h
i c
t
beside a siding
at the edge
of a
once-factory-town.
These words, an underfed pack mule...
high
packed and piled with 'needs'
and wobbly-leggedly hoofing
down
a screeway, knees buckling backwards.
The words I choose
can't bear the feelings
i hoist upon, i strap to them
but i persist and enlist
whatever i can write
and stuff it full of my feelings
and send it, in my blind lover's hope,
off to you.
Hoping only that
some small sense of
what i'd packed
finds you where you are.
A world away from my heart.
It is my only cruelty
to weigh down, to insult these
Words. To charge them with
my heart's effulgencies.
I am kinder than i am to these words.
I am kinder than i am to these words.
Categories:
hoofing, language, love,
Form: Free verse
stampeding fillies
tap dance trio struts its stuff
hoofing it on stage
written December 29, 2016
for Troika contest by John lawless
Categories:
hoofing, 11th grade, dance, girl,
Form: Verse
Blue purple bubbles and flames rising every where
The radiant orange yellow brightens the whole background
Intense motions that chases the blue purple bubbles away
The magenta, maroon, red unicorn appears to have fun
Thrashing its mane and tail all around the place
Circular bubbles that show flow in the image going a stray
The red unicorn hoofing the orange yellow air
Constant waves off the tail and mane make it feel free
Bam! It looks to me a bubble hit the unicorns back end
As it got bumped the bubbles seem to keep on floating
Around and around, the red unicorn, it keeps a rhythm
Flowing around the bubbles get altered in different sizes
The finishing touch is how the unicorn looks like a Red Flame
With ember colors all around to keep it rich with warmth
Categories:
hoofing, beauty, color, fire, happiness,
Form: Blank verse
The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.
The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig was oinking right in time,
Duck was tinkling on her triangle
While dog was hammering on his chime.
Pussy picked up her piccolo,
Goose was flapping on his flute,
Donkey brayed on a big trombone,
It really was a farmyard hoot!
-more poems like this can be found at:
kidscomedypoetry.com.au
Categories:
hoofing, kids, funny,
Form: Rhyme
A man with impeccable charm, sophistication and grace,
Fred Astaire was at once both marvelous and enchanting
As the twentieth century’s greatest dancer and master artist.
He made his sublime dancing (“hoofing”) seem effortless.
Capturing the American spirit with both panache and verve
Fred Astaire glided across some quite wonderful movie sets:
Top Hat (1935), Swing Time (1936), Shall We Dance (1937)
Done magnificently—all harken back to a different America.
This America tho’ more old fashioned was one of “can-do”
And boasted a gutsy bravado even in times great hardship.
Fred Astaire with others was a sturdy star symbol of the then
Greatest Generation that helped bring peace to a war torn world.
Fred Astaire was part of this Greatest Generation entertaining
Packed audiences and dazzling them with steps of joy and perfection.
Tho’ now gone Astaire’s past accomplishments serve as a prologue
For new generations to come and to seize opportunities for greatness.
Where are you Fred Astaire?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 2, 2014)
Categories:
hoofing, america, appreciation, career, character,
Form: Narrative
Arise young man
for you're sat in my chair
it's a black and tan fact that I always sit there.
My body's effete
I envisage a pause
insipid responses are'nt helping the cause.
Disrupting proceedings
congesting the room
I shall rain on your head a disparaging tune.
Who gave you admission
who gave you the ball
you pitch in Zimbabwe, Yemen or Nepal.
You're dropping your drivel all over the place
I'm brewing a mixture to foetor your space.
Contemptuous derision of cultured advice
and cute disrespect of our country's entice.
You hustlers got rhythm
you hustlers got stance
us shufflers are hoofing the Floral Dance.
I'm standing...you're sitting amazing the court
reciting us Shakespeare and Pinter and Holt.
You're devouring my dinner
then guzzling my tea
the resident kookies are cracking with glee.
Are they your wheels hogging the hub of my drive?
that's it mate....you're finished....I'll skin you alive.
This bale revelation has made me uptight
to retrieve my location I'll hammer all night.
........Get up I say
that's my bloody chair
it's a black and tan fact.....that I always sit there.
Categories:
hoofing, funny
Form: Light Verse